Chapter 1809: Feng Feng's decision (ten)

Xia Ling seemed scared this time and couldn't help but take a step back.
Feng Feng's approach attracted the attention of the people around him, but was blocked by the director.
"What's wrong with you, isn't it that you were wrong this time?" Xia Ling said aloud, still, stubborn grievance.
Feng Feng clasped her hands tightly and looked at her as if she had seen the woman she had refuted before.
The same temper, the same voice, and even the same face.
"She is my wife." Feng Feng said, and turned directly to prepare for the next scene.
Xia Ling froze, and looked at Feng Feng and turned around with an apology and said, "I'm sorry, who knows that your wife is dressed like an assistant, aren't you a film emperor? Why can't you buy your wife something better What about clothes? "
Feng Feng turned his head and looked at the woman who seemed to be mumbling, "You can go now, don't continue to challenge my limits."
"But your wife didn't say she hated me either, Feng Feng, you're wrong." Xia Ling followed up again.
"I'll let you go." Feng Feng suddenly turned back and fell off the cup he had just taken.
The sound of a broken glass fell into an awkward silence in the rest room.
Xia Ling screamed and stepped back, but was still broken by the glass to her ankle, and it hurt hotly.
Feng Feng's breath followed for a few moments, this cup, I do not know whether it fell to Xia Ling to see, or fell to his own determination.
Xia Ling stooped slightly, and her eyes became red.
"Is it fierce? It wasn't me who did the wrong thing?" Xia Ling said, reaching out and rubbing his ankle. His voice was aggrieved and moved.
Many years ago, there was always a girl. After doing something wrong, she talked to herself in such a grievance, Feng Feng's footsteps moved slightly, but she strongly prevented herself from moving forward in the next second.
"Director, why are irrelevant people here?" Feng Feng turned back and asked the director angrily.
The director gave a slight pause, and after returning to God, hurriedly asked Xia Ling to go out.
Feng Feng has a bad temper, which everyone in the circle knows, but he got angry, but it was the first time everyone saw him.
"I will go without you." Xia Ling got up unhappy and limped away from the location filming.
Feng Feng's body continued to be tight. Zhao Wanwan, not far away, looked at him, and went to Feng Feng after everyone was ready, reaching out and handing him the tissue.
Everyone saw him smashing the cup, but Zhao Wanwan could clearly see that he had crushed the cup before falling.
Feng Feng looked up, his expression was not wavering.
"I thought you would leave with Miss Qiao." Zhao Wanwan said suddenly, looking at Feng Feng now, she realized that this man is also a normal person, and it doesn't seem to be so scary.
Feng Feng reached out to take the paper towel and pressed the wound on the palm of his hand. "It's filming."
Zhao Wanwan looked at Feng Feng's departure and the direction in which Qiao Yaruan had just left. This emperor-like man, apart from struggling, had grievances.
Qiao Yaruan puts himself here in the face of things he doesn't want to face.
Therefore, he was wronged and did not leave.
Qiao Yaruan arrived at the car with a little nap, breathing heavily, as if he couldn't believe what he had just seen?
An Qirou, she is still alive, she is back?
But how is that possible?
"Mrs. Feng." The clear voice suddenly sounded, making Qiao Yaruan's tense body tense completely.